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"Bravo! modesty becomes talent, and for one of your age you certainly have displayed a talent for knavery." M. Fauvel listened without understanding a word of what was said. "Into what dark depths of shame have we fallen!" he groaned. "Reassure yourself, monsieur," replied M. Verduret with great respect. "After what I have been constrained to tell you, what remains to be said is a mere trifle.
"Bravo, Yvonne!" "Now perhaps you'll believe in me." "I do. I will. Until the end of time," he cried. "Once more now, with the drum obbligato." She obeyed and found it difficult because every time her elbows struck the drum her fingers flew from the mandolin. But she managed it at last, and in the end made shift to use the harmonica, too. Then followed "The Marseillaise." That was easier.
"No; the will and fortune belong to the Marquis of Fougereuse, Jules's son." "Enough; the will is here in your house; the rest will take care of itself." Hereupon the marquis gave a penetrating whistle, and when Simon appeared his master said to him: "Take hold of this scoundrel!" "Bravo! force is the only thing," cried Simon, as he rushed upon the old man.
Signor Odoardo, who is not an ill- mannered boor, yields to the temptation of opening the window for a moment. "Bravo, Signora Evelina! I see you are not afraid of the snow." "Oh, Signor Odoardo, what fiendish weather!...But, if I am not mistaken, that is Doretta with you...How do you do, Doretta?" "Doretta, come here and say how do you do to the lady." "No, no let her be, let her be!
Donnarton is only three hours from town; it would be a sort of picnic excursion, and I know Dinah would like it." "Bravo, Betty, what a brick you are!" exclaimed Cedric boisterously; and Malcolm observed in a low voice that it was an excellent idea. But when they talked it over quietly they found an amendment was necessary.
And if Frank is something of a bravo, more of a blackguard, and nearly a complete ruffian, it is not merely because there was a good deal of brutality in the old navy; not merely because Marryat's own standard of chivalry was not quite that of Chaucer's Knight: but partly, also, because he was aiming blunderingly at what he supposed to be part of the novelist's business irregular as well as regular gallantry, and highly seasoned adventure.
Almost every one had a pot of beer before him, standing on long wooden flaps attached to the benches. The room was full of noise, coming apparently from the farther end, where some political bravo seemed to be provoking his neighbours. In their own vicinity the men scattered about were for the most part tugging silently at their pipes, alternately eyeing the clock and the new-comers.
Carne's resolute face seldom yielded to a smile, but the smile when it came was a sweet one. "Pardon me for speaking strongly, but my instructions must be the law to you. "Bravo! It is well spoken. My captain, I embrace you. In you lives the spirit of the Grand Army, which we of the sea and of the ships admire always, and always desire to emulate.
The scene upon the whole put me in mind of an immense field of tulips of various dyes, for the colours of the dresses, of the banners and the plumes, were as gorgeous and manifold as the hues of those queenly flowers." "Bravo!" said twenty voices; "the gentleman speaks like an areithiwr. Have you been in other countries besides Russia?" "Oh yes!
Therefore, gentleman of the lower courts," he added, with notarial assumption, "you will have to behave yourselves, and carry your wine like the seigneurs of the Regency." "Hurrah!" cried the office like one man. "Bravo! very well! vivat! Long live the Marests!" "What's all this about?" asked Desroches, coming out from his private office. "Ah! is that you, Georges?
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